Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2011 14:13:38 -0800
From: Miles
Subject: A Father's Challenge 8
Disclaimer...the following story is entirely fictional and the characters
not related to anybody nor to any situation. It is a product of my
storytelling imagination. I hope you enjoy it. By the way, thanks to all
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Part Eight
"I wouldn't mind seeing you like that," Lucas said. We were at the outside
shower, "Seeing where you like to touch yourself, what you do," He nodded
to himself at this statement. "I'm sure gonna keep doing that."
I grinned, we were both standing away from the spray, wet and fully
lathered as we rubbed ourselves with wash cloths. "You will, one day, I'm
sure." I was amazed at myself for thinking about something to come. "You
know, Lucas," I chuckled, "we've been orgasming so much that I'm content,
my body is content. It's not really calling to me."
"Ho, not me!" He chortled. "I wanna cum as often as I can."
"Haven't you made yourself sore, raw yet?" I asked, curious. "Especially
since you don't use a lubricant."
"That happened when I was twelve," He remembered back. "I think I jerked
off differently when I started. Now, I make sure I have a firm grip on my
cock when I stroke. Back then, I did it in a way that my fingers rubbed my
skin."
He spoke in a way that made it sound his experience was way, way back in
time. Perhaps it seemed that way to him, I thought as I stepped under the
water to rinse off. "I still think you should try lube. I've got some
somewhere in my suitcase."
"I will," He joined me to get rinsed off.
"And when you're alone, playing with yourself, lay on a large towel and put
baby oil all over you," I suggested. "There are several ways you can
explore yourself. There are even toys," I shrugged, "but I never got into
that."
"Hmm, it sounds kinky."
"Yeah, I guess. But to each his own. A more polite way of thinking it is
as fetishes."
"Do you have any at all?" He inquired. We started toweling off.
"Well, to many people, I suppose chronic masturbation would be considered a
fetish."
I'd gotten dry quicker then Lucas and my feelings bloomed as I watched him.
When he was threw and hung up the towel, I put my hand to his chest softly.
He rooted himself, waiting, looking down at my fingers. I ever so
delicately wrapped my arms around him, without any grip. I felt him arms
come around and rest against me too. It was just one of those momemts that
come to me that I have to reassure a kid of mine how much I love being
their father. It was a quiet embrace.
I threw my eye's view off into the distance, trying to look at how we were,
to see this as another would see it. I sort of could. I hoped this kind
of moment happened before a mirror some day, so I could really see this.
The rest of the time we spent together in the cabin as the day headed
toward evening, he kept me busy with things to tell me now that he knew he
could. One subject flowed after another, changing topics quickly as many
kids can be. At times it was hard to keep up.
When a quiet lull hit us and Lucas looked through older dvds from the past,
I remembered something and entered my bedroom. I returned a moment later,
placing the small jar of vaceline beside him with a smile. He grinned,
picking it up. "You really like to use this stuff, huh?"
"I do," I replied firmly, "especially if I am web surfing and stroking,
which has gotten to be more and more rare."
"Ahhh! I've been meaning to talk to you about this," he said excitedly.
"Is there any way at all you would allow me to have more access on my
computer? Please?"
I should have known this was coming as I sat in the recliner. "Your mother
would kill me if she finds out."
"How would she know?" He asked speedily. "I sure wouldn't tell her."
We'd put parental controls on his computer the day we gave it to him. We
didn't spy on him, I thought that would be a bit extreme, but we did put
blocks on many things. I couldn't blame him for wanting to see things, to
have visuals. "I'll think about it, son. It may turn out I would wait
until you're at least sixteen."
He looked shocked and disappointed. "Do you know how far away that is?!"
"Well," I sighed, "I'd rather that you get familiar with yourself before
you get into sex. I want you to remain responsible and not get addicted to
certain...things," I said, not able to think of a better word for what was
on my mind.
He smiled, "So what do you look at?"
"There are webcam sites, people who are exhibitionists at home and show it
online. It's all pretty amature but realistic," I explained. "I spent
time looking at professional X rated things, but they're boring and usual."
Lucas listened as if he were in a school classroom. "And you can chat with
the people who are on their cams. I've found many couples who live online,
nice people."
"They don't mind knowing you jack off while watching them?" He asked.
"That's what they're there for. Oh, sure, a lot of people demand that
viewers also have cams if you want to communicate with them, but some are
content with having a photo or two from you." I thought of all the webcams
and the people I'd managed to come across over the past few years.
"You sent photos of yourself to these people?" Lucas was in pure
wonderment.
"I have a few," I said with a wink. "Actually, I'd love to get a webcam,
but that would be something I couldn't hide from your mom. She'd be too
questioning about it."
"I'm sure she would," My son laughed at this. "Would she be thinking
exactly what you had a webcam for?"
It was my turn to laugh, "Yes. Yes she would." Oh, but how refreshing it
was to speak out loud like this. A large part of me that was secretive up
until now was finally getting released with someone close to me.
A thought reached me just then. In these hours between us, Lucas wasn't
trying to get me to be aroused. In the past few days, it was like that
also. When we did jerk off together and other things, we'd sort of came
into the activities together and unassuming. "Did you find anything in the
collection worth seeing a second or tenth time?" I laughed, moving over to
lay on the couch.
"I'll surprise you."
When he put the dvd in, he slipped down beside me.
Sure enough, it was a movie the family watched together a good four times.
I fell asleep about fifteen minutes into it. When I felt him stir and get
up, it woke me. I watched him turn the TV off. "Sorry kiddo, I nodded
off."
"That's okay. Watching an old movie kills time. I'm gonna have a snack."
He moved to the kitchen.
Closing my eyes, I listened to his movements and the sounds of what he was
getting into. I moved onto my back and let my hands roam over my chest and
stomach. My body really did feel at ease. It always did after I had the
opportunity to orgasm so much.
Lucas came into view and sat on the recliner with chips, milk and pepperoni
slices. While he ate, he watched me. I was staring a hole in the ceiling
as my fingertips pulled gently at my chest hair. I did this sometimes, it
is a tingly, erotic feeling that had nothing to do with feeling sexual. I
was quite alright with Lucas staring at me. I wished I could know
everything going through his mind.
"You know what, dad," He broke the silence, and I looked at him. "I think
I'd like to try what you did yesterday. Try swallowing your sperm, but you
cum so much." I smiled. "But I could taste it. Some time." He added the
last part of his thought with out any pressures to get off together.
"You could try tasting your own, you know," I suggested.
He nodded at this, then changed the subject. "You know what I recognize if
I cum two or three times a day?"
"What's that?"
"That I cum less and less each time."
"Yes, that happens to me too. Your body needs to recharge."
He was thoughtful about this. It was impressive to hear him thinking about
himself, his potential.
"We should talk, Lucas, about when we get back home." He didn't have a
response to that as his continued eating. "I've given this some thought,"
He listened patiently. "All of this that started between us, I don't think
it'll go away just because we leave the cabin. If it fades away in time,
that'll be okay, but I know you're enjoying this and probably don't want
this to really end."
"You're right," He smiled, looking down at the floor. "I hope you're
really, really liking sharing with me."
"I do," I said with no hesitancy, "but once we get back home, it won't be
just the two of us." He nodded. "I'm not trying to make some plan to
follow," I explained, "but I can't express enough how careful we have to
be. You and I feel that this is okay, but other people..." I let the
thought trail off.
"I know," He sighed. "There is also the fact that I have desires to be
sexual, looking at girls, dad. I want to."
This again, I thought amusingly. I'll never get him away from those
thoughts, so I'd better support it. "Well when you do, be safe. Use
condoms. And respect the girl. And," things came to me as I thought about
my own school days, "don't ever do anything with a girl you suspect will
spread stories around. You really don't want that. And don't you spread
any stories either."
He chuckled, "I take it that happened to you."
"Yes. It sucked. I know I'm above average is size, but it hurt to find
out so many people around me learned this. I remember how difficult it was
walking through the hallways with other kids looking at me the way they did
and knowing what they were thinking."
"Wow! I know what you're saying," Lucas found some memory he smiled to.
"I know a guy in school that it happened to, only it was the reverse.
Turns out he has a small one."
"Oooh! Ouch!" I made a face at this, "That's gotta be worse. You see!" I
sat up. "Be careful who you do anything with. It can bite you in the
ass."
For some reason, I had to get up, step to him and kiss his lips. I felt
that it was a seal to this conversation. He put a piece of pepperoni to my
mouth and I accepted it. Kneeling there, we enjoyed just looking at each
other and finishing his snack together. It all felt sentimental.
"Can I make a suggestion, dad, for when we get home?"
"Sure, if it's doable."
"When I feel like jacking off, but would rather not do it alone, can I
somehow let you know I'd like the company? Making sure there was no one
else around, of course."
"It's a pleasant idea," I had to say. "After so many years of jacking off
alone, I've really loved the mutual company. Being this close, you'll
probably learn to see it in me when I'm horny. I get in a certain mood
when it happens. It can be quite frustrating when I have to deal with
people and can't slip away."
"There'll be no problem there by me to give you a hand," He laughed. "I'll
never change from liking to see the way you cum."
"You do seem to like that," I chuckled, standing up. He stood too, and
although there were no erections sprouting, he took the opportunity to lift
my flaccid cock in one palm and softly pull it for a few seconds before
picking up his empty glass and bringing it to the sink.
I stepped to the door and pulled it open, catching the beginning of night
time closing in on the sun. An idea of my own came to me when Lucas joined
me. "You know, son, I could arrange that we have more one on one time
together in the future. You're getting older now and you can join me in
other activities." He warmed to that idea. "You have to realize, however,
that I've gotta do this with your brother and sister too, not just you.
I've gotta divide my time up equally between you all."
"Yeah," He said thoughtfully, "but at least I know what I get to share with
you and they don't. I love having that secretly over on them."
It was another of those moments I wished I could split myself, standing a
good ten feet away and seeing up. This made me think about my other son,
who I know will be completely different from Lucas. Tim was going to be a
handful for me and his mother in different ways. I could sense that Tim
was someone who would not have intimate curiosities about me, not like
Lucas. It made me wonder if I could go through all this again anyway. I
was content with just the one son grabbing hold of this and accepting it.
Hell, it even started floating across my consciousness in small waves that
if Lucas were to be interested in other things, kissing my nipples, putting
baby oil all over me...IF...he made that move, I'd let him, and respond in
kind. I knew the privacy was there, so I was now letting myself have even
more open minded thoughts...